Nothing says summer on the east coast to me like the drone of cicadas on a really hot day. The numbers for Brood II which seems to dominate the area doesn't qu

Nothing says summer on the east coast to me like the drone of cicadas on a really hot day. The numbers for Brood II which seems to dominate the area doesn't quite match up with my memories of the loudest cicadas. It's a weird sound, sort of a collective between many different cicadas which aren't quite all in the same phase.